Poor White Trash
You gotta be loaded to get away with acting like poor-white-trash now days. Must be inflation.
I was cutting brush today and got poked in the eye by a twig.
Light duty for ERJ for a day or two.
Mrs ERJ informed me that she used up the last of the sweet corn we had frozen in 2020.
I ordered 300 seeds of a main-season sh2 hybrid. "sh2" carry genes that cripple the kernel's ability to convert sugar to starch. That makes them very, very sweet and they have a long shelf-life. It also means that their seeds are very shrunken and are fussy about soil temperature (they like it warm-to-very-warm) and how deeply they are planted. Since I only have 300 to plant I can simply cover them with the appropriate amount of sand and they should have no problems punching through that.
Southern Belle asked about the possibility of my buying some sliced deli meat for her lunches.
She is probably my most coachable kid. I explained that I coughed up a hair-ball at paying $12 a pound for sliced deli meat but I offered to buy a rotisserie chicken and she could pick four pounds of meat off of it and make chicken salad for sandwiches. A rotisserie chicken currently costs $8.
Southern Belle was fine with my proposal.